What Did I (or we) Miss

 A Friday night ritual for me is often sitting quietly alone in front of my TV, cruising through various Teen/Coming of age films. Generally it will be a film where a young guy comes to grips with his secret male attraction. And since no guy or potential relationship is identical to the other. There are a constant set of variables. I could wax ecstatic of the multitude of  same gender attractions and emotional attachments that may happen. However there are way too many elaborate and complicated scenarios to possibly cover them all in one post, so let me get to my own sentiments on these random films with a quantifiable story-line.

First I should recognize that in our own innocence, many of you like me, found a lusty and incredibly sexual fulfillment from a partner/friend in our youth. Then there are the rare few who shared something deeper with a friend. Perhaps you were like Evan and I, where we acknowledged our love by saying so daily. I recognize that many of you feel that it was just "Too Gay" to tell your wank partner, you loved him. However I bet that inside your soul you felt the sharing of an intimate moment sufficed some manner of love or appreciation for this person who was bold enough to expose his vulnerability with you. I Get that you don't see it as "Love", but you cannot deny there was a level of trust, which counts as a very high rank of inter-personal confidence. You may walk-away from an intimate experience and never contemplate another occurrence of the event, however inside you surely accept that he knows what was shared, and there was no blame to be spread. 

So moving back to talk of my Friday night indulgence. The stories committed to film that delve into a dizzying array of physical or emotional variables that teen guys secretly find within their very own gender. It is often, that these tales remind me of my youth, and I find I am full of regret for opportunities I may have missed out on. Some of our loyal readers would clearly recall that your host has told of some incredibly memorable relationships. One steeped in love, another permeated with male libido and derelict  public display of our playful pleasure . Honestly, I really did not leave much on the table as undone. Gladly some films sweetly depict how wonderful other guys "had-it". Why did I not get the chance to live a few more of those moments myself? This is a question, that burns through me. Yet how fine is it to indulge in someone else's life mysteries. 

I guess this blog and the many many stories posted here tell the truths of our past. We are reminded of the events we knew first-hand, but I am pretty sure we slip into a dream-like escape. Deep into the possibilities that else we might have shared with someone regarded with fine reverence or desire.

~Eric

Evan - Almost There

 OOTS has this wide variety of stories and experiences that guys have found in their lives. It may be a pair of friends who happen to help each other discover some of the mysteries of life, or even a solo event when a young guy finds that first exquisite pleasure. I've written a few stories about my teen years with Evan. I'd like to share something about Evan that I've never published in the past.

 Evan and I had taken a fascinating journey together learning to pleasure each other, and our relationship also included a great deal of affection.  In the dark, and keeping ourselves as quiet as we could so as not to alert any parents of our secret love sessions, we crafted our skills tempting the pleasure centers. 

 Friday nights presented the one occasion that my Mom would be out with her male companion, so we could unleash a bit at my home. It seemed our hormones were on over-load after the week of school and barely getting to see each other through the week. Lets just suffice to say that there was almost no manner of foreplay, it was pants and shirts flying off and immediate attention to restless boners, and within moments the spoils of frustration was spent with heaving sighs and moans.

 We'd often venture out on skateboards to local fast food or perhaps a movie if we had extra money. End up back at my bedroom, and it was round two, with a little more time spent on affection and purposeful work into each others pants. We usually slept together in my bed in just undies. At one point we discovered we had a couple of pairs of the same undies, so we might try to color-coordinate, which made undressing each other even more fun. 

 We played a few silly but sexy games, rolling around in the bed, with cartoon-like falsetto voices pretending to be wild animals animated in our shared love. There were Chicken-peck kisses on the cheek, or Porcupine lovers dangerously attempting to get close only to be poked by each-others quills and jumping back squealing "Ouch- OOH" "Ouch!" We had other cat and dog voices too. I suppose it was kind of childish, but then we were each-others first 'anything'. Neither of us had ever had a GF or BF, and had never even wanked with anyone else. It was puppy love, but I reckon everyone has to start somewhere. 

 

 This was our version of foreplay, we almost always began with those silly kissing games, but it soon led to more serious making-out and then going-down. I liked building him up from flaccid to full alert state. I worked slowly giving him plenty of time for the pressure to build up. This was my moment to show him how much I appreciated all he was to me. He was gloriously radiant in my eyes. Here he was before me bare and beautiful. I focused on his pleasure with no limitations. It was my best gift to bestow upon him. I was allowed full access, except there were one or two odd places he was sensitive. 

 Evan did not like me to handle his balls much, so I had to try to keep my hands clear of them as best I could. He had a nice round bum, so easily I preferred to rub those firm glutes while I services the staff round front. He laid back on my bed slowly pulsing his hips forward. I too everything in, and tongued the tip upon occasion. I'd sometimes ask which parts he wanted me to do more of, His reply, "It's all good, don't stop." As he got closer I could tell his cock got seriously firm, and his balls were hard pressed to the base of his dick. The tip was more pronounced against my tongue. I could tell he was almost there. My anticipation was thick and I worked more precise to assure he arrived in full force. When he ejaculated his upper body heaved forward, as he plunged his pleasure into me. His shoulders and head rose from the pillow as the lower half twitched and pumped his load. 

We kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.          

Eric~